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Premium Member The Wind Is Isolde - Part 1

The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed
as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze.
Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed,
pearly stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze.
Though lanterns hang vacant in streets staring blind,
broken paths paved in puzzles compel me to roam,
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

The cannons keep calling, the piccolos shriek
and the druids drift, drumming, while pale pagans speak.
They’re urging me forward, my senses they’ve mined,
and the trail is erupting, come hie to the hills
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

The looking glass glistens, a firefly glows,
and the brownies leap lightly on tiny tip toes
for the twilight’s collapsing, which serves to remind
that as dusk turns to dust, with no time for farewells,
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

The ponies of plunder prance, passing nearby,
as crusaders on stallions cast stones from the sky.
The figments they’re facing have paid them no mind,
but our broncos are bolting. Corral what you need,
                                        I’ll not leave you behind.

My visions are swirling, they flash from the crown,
from the rainbows of summer, the tinsel in town.
While the compass wheel’s spinning, the minutes unwind
inside evening’s auroras – so cling to my cape,  
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

Drooping droplets of wax adorn pinched candle wicks
while the vampire steeple’s cathedral clock ticks
of the terrors in tombs where fagged flames lie reclined
with their flickers fast fading – abandon the glim, 
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.
 	

 Continued in Part 2

Kiss the Wind

You are yesterday's dream, 
And my only seamless thought today,
Can you Imagine as I, imagining, 
To kiss your gentle lips
In a smooth evening across the east wind, 
Under the rays of the falling sun,
And if I ever cross your mind, let you not whine 
 As I have sent you a kiss you can't miss
Just stand midst a breeze dear
and kiss the wind.

You're my tomorrow's beautiful morning
My weakness, my bewildering joy
your laughter injects a bulk of strength
Reinvigorating my squeaking joints,
Hearing it is an unfathomable brightness,
The sweetest of morning sounds
Like a melody that replays in my ear
Soothingly, 
And sincere is your faithful demeanor, 
For I am forever indebted to you
I'm sending you a gift, for nature is my carrier
stand midst a breeze dear
And kiss the wind.

I'm waiting to see, eagerly wishing
To feel your presence, to belong to you,
You fill my skies with delights,
For the sun don't shine in my world without you
I long for you, in the nights that go by
I can't condemn my heart's desire
Because It's you that I live for, tis you who I admire
For you're the melody that my heart grooves to
In the name of living, with beautiful loving, 
Sincerely yours I'll forever be, preserving our eternal dreams 
Look into my eyes and see beyond their glim 
Through the rifts within my dreams 
Will be you with a genuine smile
And if I ever cross your mind, let you not whine 
 As I have sent you a kiss you can't miss
Just stand midst a breeze dear
and kiss the wind.

Rare Diamond

She  possesses  the  strongest  fire, 
Running  down  safely  through  her,   
Daring  her  to  stand  tall, 
The  fire  that  can hold  you when you  fall. 

Her  ideas  often  sending  a  bright  spark, 
That  brings  out  a  soft  glim  on  a  flick, 
Illuminating her  passion  and  affection, 
All co  existing in  the  one  unbreakable  cauldron. 

Her  sacrifice  and  selflessness, 
Just  like  the  diamond  glitters, 
Spills  smoothly  leaving  a  scintilla, 
That  which makes  everyone happier. 

The  brilliant  diamond  can always  withstand, 
Anything  that  comes  against  its brand, 
How  great  is it  to  have  such  a  friend? 
I  have  unearthed  a  rare  diamond.


Unexpected Casualty

Thud, skid, shriek... bash!
Subject to a crash,
From audience to casualty,
Paying a futile penalty,  

This unexpected political revolt,
Instantaneously uprises the search for whom to fault,
Alerting of authorities and people through news,
Help on its way as chaos builds-up and fear brews,

Shock and panic spreads, time becomes endless,
Dialling with not answer, agitated and relentless,
The seconds stretch out, unbearably grasping the phone,
Engulfed in sheer isolating fear- on the edge of the unknown,

Reality begins to turn gory and glim,
In an instant from civilian to victim,
Wishing you had stayed home instead,
As you're filtered from those that lay dead,

Contemplating distraught, confusion and regret,
This pain, shock and fear- you will never forget,
As you shed your first post-traumatic cry,
They say you're 'lucky' you didn't die,

Still amidst the debris several phones ring continuously, 
Police scurry, pulling back family members searching hopelessly,
Behind the line hysterical fathers, wives, siblings... awaiting,
Whilst most mourn, pointlessly politicians are left debating...

This My Voyage

This My Voyage

When vitals have boarded victuals,
Why concern the sundry?
When soileth I nobody’s cake,
Why stall my thrust?
For this’ my voyage
And I esteem none a judge,
But one that journeys idiomatic.

Perhaps lost in the way,
Yet I’m established in resolve!
And nothing matters more.
For countless have eyes parochial
Peeping through life’s crevices,
But this’ my voyage,
Eventually that my urge
In consolation should reside.

This journey’s got phases
And besets sublime,
Upsets soon become my avocation,
Joy scintillatingly employs
And a comedy my scene becomes!
Albeit in refuge, it’s mine voyage
Hosting none a grudge,
My raiment not to tarnish.

I cherish no voodoo
And dance not to the storm too,
As the stars’ glim up there,
So my treasury gleams in here.
I’m packaged enough
For this my voyage,
Esteeming none a judge
But one that journeys idiomatic.

Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.


Deep and Meaningful Death

Ah! my small withered life
Creaking like autumn leaves
Try yourself, tread and hear
My lost love and her cries.

Silence of death had took
Glim of my soul and love
Darkness ne'er lift from me
Until her light lit mine.




Date of Entry : 15/03/2020
Contest         : Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsor        : Dear Heart

Summer's Heat

Loneliness is killing me silently
Thy memoire are shagging me so intense
I am unable to sleep peacefully
Thou..revisiting me is a suspense

Parceling feelings in the communion 
Glancing upon waves of lustful romance
Awaiting world,force couples re-union
Betwixt inappropriate circumstance

Caressing his face in photo album
Again and again true love vail for him
Awe-struck entangled nerves fail to fathom
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim

Hither and thither swirls my moaning brain
Squirts out extreme vigour of thine in drain

7-6-2020

~DEEPA~

Note:Written for Summer's Heat Sonnet poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.

The Bewail City

The Bewail city

Ragged into pieces of pain
Each piece tormenting a certain taxpayer
Not even a solitary taxpayer skimped on
Oh the city of bewail!

Walloping at taxpayers 
With no apparent misdemeanor
Gazing as their dreams are being dismantled
As they gawk in utter dejection,
Hoping to discern a glim.

And with each passing day
Siphons life off them
But they hang on,
Grasping to life each single day.

Oh well, the high and affluent officers lively
Channeling the city's riches into vested interests
Squandering more city's riches into their own
More than a backyard garden spends water
More than a body spends blood
What city is this?

Timorous taxpayers hide faces in fear
Fear to question and combat all
Greener pastures out of reach
Trapped in the bewail city
Oh down in the dumps!

What city is this?
What city really is this?
A taxpayer shouted "It is the bewail city"
Oh it really is.

Troubled Love INSIGHT


             The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
             Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
              Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
              Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.


CONTEST: Ten lines from Ten poems poetry contest
SPONSORED BY: Silent One

Poetic Lines chosen from the following poems. Viz, 
1)Zero Action Without Any Options
2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.

Angel I Saw

I saw an angel
Blinded by her beauty 
She was different 
With lips 
That I yearn for 
With eyes  as beautiful as the 
morning sun 
But made it look
Like the glim of the midnight 
moon


Have I fallen fall for an angel  
who's beauty 
Can not be expressed in mere 
words 
But I can not help but cling to
Each word that she utters 
 like I was on the edge of the 
darkest abyss 
And they where my only 
salvation 

I state many things
But the  beauty of this angle 
Has left me speechless 

I see an angel  on the cloud 
She is  beautiful
And I want to be with her
But she was far away
And yet I felt her touch 
As if our lips meet
For the first time 
But is this all my imagination 
whenI thought to much
When I saw you

Hope, Love, Fear, Despair

Why are you so glim?

Is the world around so dark and grey?

Are visions of life the scars left behind?

Putty melded, folded, twisted and bent
Articulately fermented bonded, ready to present. 

A fixed heart toward desires of uncertainty
If only immaturity had some sort of EQ mentality. 

Reluctant as a cat to water
Every single person has many faults to alter.

Agile, friendly warm when cold
Fragile, fierce a stranger to hold
Stories to tell of time beyond old
Purring away at passions of untold

Quietly smooth with textures of fur
So distant within time when time becomes a blur

Was once such a loud fun friendly house
Now just empty with games of cat and mouse.


Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date: 08/07/2022
© Form Al  Create an image from this poem.

Prophet and Martyrs

Walk this earth with words of worth you stand for valiant bound by eternal balance 
those who stand behind you will follow you and lay claim in battle for you. Like an 
untouched vessel your convictions can with stand untrusting conditions and 
external indecision. Born with ruling purpose forgotten by sorrow it is your 
motto:"To face a new tomorrow", injustice to fix justice is why your people place 
pride close to a glim in a troubled eye. A soldier of fortune wont give way to 
crimes of epic proportion you cast a shadow and never will your grace fall 
shallow it is your mission to place life in the direct path of certain strife. In your 
gods light so be it if you die by Satan's knife your time was well spent rest in 
peace innocent.
© Cole Beck  Create an image from this poem.

Hollow Prt 1

A creature of old
A monster whose soul now sold
Nothing for pain to churn
Nothing for Love to burn
Smiles glim without thought
No anger is brought
Heart is numb 
for they are all gone

Premium Member Loving Yuck

Love without
Love within
Love where I am
where I’ve been

Beginning to think:
far too much abundance 
of this foolish, loving folly, 

so I kicked my
wagging tail collie -- 

loving view~
it just ain’t fair! – attempting to escape,
I journeyed to the zoo

wouldn’t you know it,
two loving ape there too

along to the park
high in birch nest
spied I a pair of nurturing
lark, near
another pair of
snuggling Red Breast -- 


two nests,  

fondly sharing, the same supporting limb

depressingly glim...

a loving co-op I must confess – such loving
caress – sadly, much more loving
needing my critical address: 

a young boy helping
an old lady off the bus~
gentle, avoiding painful
fuss

a bow-haired girl 
giving a bowl of milk to a feral cat
(I prefer a brat!) -- 
Expressing pure love
by her selfless care, makes a
ornery boy cuss

for a devout prune-face like me
I disapprovingly profess

this entire day, 
a freaking loving Mess!

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